Heyyyyy peoples! I had a plot bunny and it just wouldn't quit. This is my first time writing angst, so tell me how I do! Reviews are da best! Don't worry, hopefully it's not to angsty.
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Glinda stared at her reflection in the mirror. Usually she loved seeing herself, but today it was different. She couldn't stand seeing herself this particular morning. Last night she had done something so bad, so horrible, she was sure she'd never be able to forget herself.
"You horrible person." She muttered, before slamming her hand into the mirror so hard it shattered. Small shards of glass imbedded themselves in her hand. She brushed them off, leaving small cuts on her hand.
"Ew, ew, ew, BLOOD!" she screeched as she shook the crimson liquid off her hand.
The blonde paced around the room. She couldn't help but throwing things across the room. Those things included perfume bottles, make-up bags, and hair care products. None of those things could improve her mood. She was so guilty.
It's your fault. A voice in her head told her. You caused it. You destroyed yourself.
If she hadn't been so crazy the previous night, none of this wouldn't have happened. The memory flashed in her mind. She was talking to someone, she couldn't remember who.
"Just do it." Glinda told the person.
"Are you sure Miss Glinda?" the person asked.
"Yes." She responded.
"Alright." The person grabbed what was necessary and went to work.
She kneeled down and picked up a large shard of the broken mirror. What she saw made her cry. She saw herself. Soft pink lips, cerulean eyes, and her blonde hair. It was enough to make her cry. She sobbed over what she saw.
That's right. Glinda Upland of the Upper Uplands…was extremely upset. In all her years, she's never cried over looking at herself.
Glinda was so mad at herself. She flopped on the bed.
She had stupidly gotten a perm. A bad one at that. Her blonde hair stuck out at strange angles all over her head.
"Why did I get that perm?" she whispered. The small blonde closed her eyes and fell asleep, silently wishing that when she woke up her blonde hair would be back to its normal luscious curly state.
How'd it go? Good, bad, amazing, or so horrible flying animal armies will be hunting me down?